10.12 - Let the poem have a temper tantrum

Wherever there’s peace,

You’ll find me there.

Wherever there’s love,

Yes, I’ll be there.

Wherever there’s hope,

Eternally yours,

Wherever there’s faith,

I’m yours, I’m yours.

The eternal golden braid,

Of faith, hope, and love

A strand of three cords

Is not easily broken.

BUT IT ALL WAS BULL SHIT!!!

I’m aching, I’m dying, I’m in a dark hole

Where are you God, and your three-stranded cord?

I’m having a tantrum

Yes don’t you see?

It’s ME it’s ME it’s ME it’s ME

I’m harrowed, Not hallowed

But that’s okay, I never wanted to be God

I never wanted to say

That I knew you before and you made all things new

But I chew, and I chew, and I chew, and I chew

On this three-stranded cord,

‘Till my face is all blue

I knew, yes I knew, that hope wasn’t true

Where are you God?

I’m mentally unstable

I might as well wear a church-hopping label

I hop from church to church,

Finding nothing but terror,

and your Bible I think I just one big error